Bite The Bullet Poems - Poems about Bite The Bullet

Exhaust filled alleyways cracked and torn the wide green parks frail and worn ...

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My roses shoot bullets and my poems never miss like they're shooting blanks Even though the expression on their face is sometimes blank Me, I prefer my expressions stank Faces from the crowd Metaphors got you high every time these soliloquies get loud Me, I've always been more on the quiet side But, I can turn the volume up if...

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Dust wraps him from his head to toe; What more? - He's to bite the bullet, For he's been busted by his foe; Dust wraps him from his head to toe And rusts his heart. Is that his flaw? He clacks like a little pullet. Dust wraps him from his head to toe; What more? - He's to bite...

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How beautiful the third heaven must be An oasis for the tired and thirsty Jesus has prepared it for you and me How beautiful the third heaven must be A resting place where we'll all be free The lamb bit the bullet for the unworthy How beautiful the third heaven must be An oasis for the tired and thirsty Written: October...

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Putting on my makeup is challenging I have Tardive Dyskinesia I'll blot my lipstick while babbling Putting on my makeup is challenging While adding my eye shadow balancing Cover up glided though Synaesthesia Putting on my makeup is challenging I have Tardive Dyskinesia...

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Surrounded by darkness, no light in sight, nerves rattled and afraid to move. Something was wrong, it didn’t feel right, surrounded by darkness, no light in sight. Bang!Bit bullet,he had something to prove, blood flowed from her mouth that night. Nerves rattled and afraid to move. surrounded by darkness, no light in sight. Inspired by the Pick...

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Bite The Bullet Puerile caliber, risks crypt goes I, peashooter to Saturday-night-special, relatives riddled our home, armed, shot nigh, puerile caliber, risks crypt goes I, mortared appendages, aimless, I sigh, pinched and kissed, triggered red-bled cheeks, et al, puerile caliber, risks crypt goes I, peashooter to Saturday-night-special. REVISED 2020 October 25 *Honorable Mention* Pick-A-Title, Vol 24 - Triolet ~~Edward Ibeh...

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Thy future is held within my comparing eyes Affixing empathy, but the document remains so Judgement shall pass as compassion cries The future is held within my comparing eyes Forthcoming penance, whether one lives or dies An arduous conclusion you at once shall know Thy future is held within my comparing eyes Affixing empathy, but the document remains so October 19, 2020 Title: Bite...

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I dreamt of embracing the abyss Wake me up to an open door Illuminate me with positivity I slept in grief for so long for doing wrong Exterminate my negativity Make me feel whole once more Lead me to your eternal bliss Seeking deliverance of wanting to belong Time is ticking like a bomb, so untamed, About to blow up into smoke and flame The...

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I dreamt of embracing the abyss I slept in silence and grief Exterminate my negativity Make me feel whole...fill in my holes...and lead me to eternal bliss and prosperity Time is ticking like a bomb about to blow up into smoke and flame It alarms to say this, but how DARE you waste my valuable time Bite the bullet (ooh ohh...

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You tell me I gotta bite the bullet. Then you turn around and chant “Pull it! Pull it!” Because you’re not the one diseased. Teased. Seized. So you don’t really care if the trigger gets squeezed. You sit in your chair studying my thoughts, my every word. Notepad in hand, scribbling your diagnosis, which happens to be absurd. Because you have no medicine...

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Got a gun to your head Bite the bullet Have a shotgun wed ...

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